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EPITAPH.
If youthful grace, if filial duty e'er
Could from untimely death its victim save,
No weeping parent yet had lingered here,
With bursting tears to dew this lowly grave.
Could from untimely death its victim save,
No weeping parent yet had lingered here,
With bursting tears to dew this lowly grave.
But short and fleeting is Life's dark sojourn,—
Hope like an angel, through the tears of Time
Points to that Heaven where Grief shall cease to mourn,
And Virtue blossoms in unfading prime.
Hope like an angel, through the tears of Time
Points to that Heaven where Grief shall cease to mourn,
And Virtue blossoms in unfading prime.
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